Another fanfic (and a challenge)

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I'm bored, so I'll start another fanfic, and I really don't care what you
all do to it. The challenge is, either this one or the other one (in the "We
have to recover that map!" thread) will be archived for all time on
Aglami.net, but only one of them. Which one is will be decided by a vote of
some kind. So get writing, Aglamians, and let's create the two best fanfics
ever (and boost the post count while we're at it)!

And now, the story begins...

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CJ HÖIBY
AND THE QUEST FOR THE MONKEY ISLAND SWING

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"... HEY!"

CJ Hoiby stepped down from the microphone and had a drink of water. As he
caught his breath, the voice of the sound engineer came over the intercom.

"Uh, Carl? We didn't understand any of that."

Carl-Johan looked up.

"You weren't meant to," he said. "It's a cryptic message."

"Oh."

"So, how did it sound?"

"Well, to be honest, terrible. But that's not to say it couldn't be improved
with a few more takes."

"No time for that," Carl replied. "I have a ship to catch. Just add the
sound
effects I gave you to it and have it played on all the major radio
stations."

"Uh, okay... you sure you want people to hear this?"

"Of course. How else will I get the message out? Oh, and put it on the
Internet too, there's plenty of people on there."

"Okay then. One question though, why do you call it 'Monkey Island Swing'
when it's quite clearly not a swing?"

"That's easy. It's not a swing, it's a song *about* a swing."

"It is?"

"Yes, the legendary Swing of Monkey Island."

"Oh... right."

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CJ left the recording studio feeling quite pleased with himself. He had
recorded his cryptic announcement to his followers, and was about to set
sail for Monkey Island, where he would be joined by his followers to recover
the legendary swing that stood on the top of the tallest volcano there.

He didn't really know what type of swing it was, but had heard that the
greatest pirates in the land were in awe of it, and it was thought to be
worth more than even the great treasure of Big Whoop. As he headed towards
the docks, he imagined the great riches that would soon be his...

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--
Daffy, the combustible duck.
--> www.aglami.net <--
daffy(at)aglami(dot)net
M$N: daffy889@hotmail.com [no emails]

 

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Earlier Daffy muttered:

>++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
>
> CJ HÖIBY
> AND THE QUEST FOR THE MONKEY ISLAND SWING
>
>++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
>
>"... HEY!"
>
>CJ Hoiby stepped down from the microphone and had a drink of water. As he
>caught his breath, the voice of the sound engineer came over the intercom.
>
>"Uh, Carl? We didn't understand any of that."
>
>Carl-Johan looked up.
>
>"You weren't meant to," he said. "It's a cryptic message."
>
>"Oh."
>
>"So, how did it sound?"
>
>"Well, to be honest, terrible. But that's not to say it couldn't be improved
>with a few more takes."
>
>"No time for that," Carl replied. "I have a ship to catch. Just add the
>sound
>effects I gave you to it and have it played on all the major radio
>stations."
>
>"Uh, okay... you sure you want people to hear this?"
>
>"Of course. How else will I get the message out? Oh, and put it on the
>Internet too, there's plenty of people on there."
>
>"Okay then. One question though, why do you call it 'Monkey Island Swing'
>when it's quite clearly not a swing?"
>
>"That's easy. It's not a swing, it's a song *about* a swing."
>
>"It is?"
>
>"Yes, the legendary Swing of Monkey Island."
>
>"Oh... right."
>
>++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
>
>CJ left the recording studio feeling quite pleased with himself. He had
>recorded his cryptic announcement to his followers, and was about to set
>sail for Monkey Island, where he would be joined by his followers to recover
>the legendary swing that stood on the top of the tallest volcano there.
>
>He didn't really know what type of swing it was, but had heard that the
>greatest pirates in the land were in awe of it, and it was thought to be
>worth more than even the great treasure of Big Whoop. As he headed towards
>the docks, he imagined the great riches that would soon be his...
>
>++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


The Immortal Elephant slowly danced up and down alongside the pier.
Several strange creatures dressed in pirate-clothes were busy
off-loading booty and carrying barrels of food and grog back on.
"I love the smell tar in the morning," yawned Captain Reinder, who had
just set foot outside of his cabin for the first time that day.
"It's afternoon, sir," Blondestranger volunteered cautiously.
"Watch your opinions, navigator!" Reinder sneered at her.

Suddenly there was a loud thud and a low cursing. Something vaguely
human peeled itself loose from the deck and walked up to Reinder.
"Captain, sir?"
"Yes, Pixel?"
"Man approaching along the docks, sir."
"Yes? And, what does that have to do with me?"
"Just thought you might like to know, sir..." muttered Pixel.
Reinder looked dully at Pixel, then turned to Blondestranger.
"Deal with it, navigator, I am going back to bed."
"Yes, sir." Blondestranger replied and bowed her head.

As Reinder walked back into his quarters, Blondestranger turned and
glanced along the deck until she found what she was looking for.
"Krista!" she yelled to the front of the ship, "Go get another
volunteer and go inspect the stranger approaching the ship!"
"Another volunteer?", Krista screamed back, "when did I volunteer?"
"I just decided you did! Do you have a problem with that?!"
Blondestranger replied.
Krista slowly eyed the navigator's musket and cutlass and then quickly
replied "No sir... ma'am.. sir... no!" and jumped overboard to pier,
ordering Esben to follow her.

Blondestranger turned around and in an attempted to graciously walk
away, collided straight into Pixel.
"What are you still doing here?" she exclaimed groggy, "get back into
the crow's net immediately!"
"Yes, sir... ma'am... sir..." Pixel replied and walked back to the
mast he just fell out off...
It's just going to be one of those days, Blondestranger thought. She
sighed while she looked at Pixel trying to climb back up the mast.
"Pixel!" she screamed, "Where in Murray's name is Orin!?"
"How would I know, he is not my boyfriend!" Pixel grunted, as he
slided three metres down the mast again.
It's just going to be one of those days, Pixel thought, as he tried to
climb up the mast once again.

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--
pixel - knight of aglami
www.warande.net/~pixel
jwerf at phil dot uu dot nl
msn: johannesvanderwerf at hotmail dot com
icq: 58550811
www.aglami.net (new!)
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FABRICATI DIEM, PVNC
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Archived from groups: alt.games.lucas-arts.monkey-island (More info?)

> It's just going to be one of those days, Blondestranger thought. She
> sighed while she looked at Pixel trying to climb back up the mast.
> "Pixel!" she screamed, "Where in Murray's name is Orin!?"
> "How would I know, he is not my boyfriend!" Pixel grunted, as he
> slided three metres down the mast again.
> It's just going to be one of those days, Pixel thought, as he tried to
> climb up the mast once again.
>
> +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Deep in the hold, amidst black brackish water, scurrying rodents of
varying size and toothiness, and the ship's food supplies, a figure rose
from behind a barrel of grog. It made a grunting sound as it heaved
itself over the shadowy crates of slimy consumables and splashed down
gently in the inch-deep water, before sloshing to the ladder and
climbing upward.

At the next level, which incidentally contained both the ship's brig and
the crew's accommodation, the figure turned out to be female. In fact,
it was Tracy, who had accidentally drunk an entire barrel of rum and
then fallen asleep for two or three months. She certainly looked like
it, too. She paused to adjust to the meagre amount of sunlight that
slanted through the manhole from two levels above and grimaced at the
wafting fresh air.

It's going to be one of those days, she thought to herself, entirely
unaware that everyone else was thinking the exact same thing.

She broke into Pixel's locker and pulled out some clean clothes, tugging
on breeches and a shirt that were far too long, and at last made her way
reluctantly up to the maindeck to see what the apparent commotion was about.

 

[Sean]

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Her, yes her wrote:
>> It's just going to be one of those days, Blondestranger thought. She
>> sighed while she looked at Pixel trying to climb back up the mast.
>> "Pixel!" she screamed, "Where in Murray's name is Orin!?"
>> "How would I know, he is not my boyfriend!" Pixel grunted, as he
>> slided three metres down the mast again.
>> It's just going to be one of those days, Pixel thought, as he tried to
>> climb up the mast once again.
>>
>> +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
>
> Deep in the hold, amidst black brackish water, scurrying rodents of
> varying size and toothiness, and the ship's food supplies, a figure rose
> from behind a barrel of grog. It made a grunting sound as it heaved
> itself over the shadowy crates of slimy consumables and splashed down
> gently in the inch-deep water, before sloshing to the ladder and
> climbing upward.
>
> At the next level, which incidentally contained both the ship's brig and
> the crew's accommodation, the figure turned out to be female. In fact,
> it was Tracy, who had accidentally drunk an entire barrel of rum and
> then fallen asleep for two or three months. She certainly looked like
> it, too. She paused to adjust to the meagre amount of sunlight that
> slanted through the manhole from two levels above and grimaced at the
> wafting fresh air.
>
> It's going to be one of those days, she thought to herself, entirely
> unaware that everyone else was thinking the exact same thing.
>
> She broke into Pixel's locker and pulled out some clean clothes, tugging
> on breeches and a shirt that were far too long, and at last made her way
> reluctantly up to the maindeck to see what the apparent commotion was
> about.

As it turned out, First Mate Manly Sean the Manly had been changing his
shirt on deck, which had of course caused quite a commotion in the
womenfolk of the town.
"FIRST MATE MANLY SEAN!" screamed Captain Reinder, "How many times do I
have to tell you to do that below deck?!"
Manly Sean, being for the moment distracted by his own reflection in the
on-deck twister board, merely unsheated his cutlass and strolled toward
the mizzenmast.
"Raaaahsgu." said Captain Reinder, and hid in one of the cannons.
It's going to be one of those days, thought Manly Sean the Manly as he
climbed towards the crow's-nest, kicking a few screaming womenfolk from
the ladder below him and deterring the rest with gunfire.
Suddenly, while stabbing at one tenacious lady with his cutlass, he
noticed a mysterious figure coming up the gangplank, armed only with a
bundle of papers and a sitar...